AUTHORS: dru as Angel & Evil Willow as Lindsey (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters Version : Angel-Lindsey
PAIRING : Angel/Lindsey
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We had so much fun writing
Versions : Angel-Lindsey & Angel-Faith & Spike-Xander, we decided to do
sequels for them!
DEDICATION: Thank you SOOOOO
much to Vicky and all the people who loved the first part of our fun!
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THE
CLUB
I walk
into the club and look around. Funny, how easy it is to find these places now.
When you're *looking*... Even funnier when you realize that not too many of the
patrons, not the newer ones anyway, realize that probably one out of every
three people in here is an honest-to-goodness vampire.
I
get it though. It's why I come here, at least twice a week. It's why I'm here
tonight. The need is too strong to ignore.
When
I think about it rationally, I realize I'm seriously fucked up. Addicted. It's
likely to get me killed eventually.
But
that realization isn't enough to make me want to stop. I don't think I could. I
need it now, like I need food and sleep. More than those things, even.
And
when I get to feeling guilty about it, I just tell myself this is all Angel's
fault.
Yeah, right.
"Angel..."
She whines.
"What?"
I growl under my nonexistent breath.
"Geesh,
don't gotta cut my head off or anything." She says, "No, you *really*
don't."
"Sorry."
I say.
"It's
okay," she says, "I forgive you." Then she kisses my cheek,
"But only cause I love you."
"What
do you want?" I ask, now that she's got my attention.
"Come
with us toni- AAAAHHHH!" I grab her as she clutches her head and starts to
fall. We land on the couch and when the vision has stopped, she shakes it off.
"GOD! YOU'D THINK AFTER HOW MANY YEARS OF THIS CRAP THAT THEY'D LET UP A
LITTLE!" She screams.
"Okay?"
I ask.
"Yeah," She says, "But you gotta get
someplace."
I
was worried when the law firm sent me here two weeks ago. L.A.. The City of
Angels. One angel in particular. They sent me here to start up a new branch of
the firm. If I do well here, they'll make me V.P.
But
why the hell did they have to send me *here*?
Because
it's a good place to have a law office, Linds, you know that.
And
I'm not as worried anymore. I haven't run into him yet and really shouldn't
assume I would. Even though I *do* have his damn business card in my wallet. I
haven't called him yet. Not going to. I don't need him.
No,
sir. It's been almost seven months since I saw Angel. And what I need now...
well, Angel wouldn't understand it. I'm not all that sure that *I* do, even
though I've been doing this for six months straight.
It took me a month to figure it out, what had me so on
edge after Angel left. I used call girls, I used alcohol. None of it helped. I
needed something and I just couldn't figure out what. Until my client, Michael,
helped me figure that out.
So,
here I am in L.A., having found another place, just like the one in New York. I
walk in and look around. I can almost tell who the vamps are now. They have a
hungry look in their eyes; different from the typical human "I wanna
fuck" hungry look.
I
sit down at a bar and it isn't long before I get approached. She's halfway
pretty. Long curly blonde hair and slender build. "Hey there," she
says.
"Hi,"
I say, keeping indifferent for the moment.
"I'm
Cheryl." She smiles, running a hand up my arm. Maybe she thinks I'm
looking for a fuck, I dunno. I'm not. "What're you looking for? Because maybe
I can help you find it."
"I'm
Lindsey," I reply with a small smile. "And I'm quite sure you can
help me, Cheryl. Let's go somewhere more private to discuss it, though?"
"All right, Lindsey," she says. She hops up
from her stool. "Follow me." I follow her down the hall to one of the
private rooms. I pay the bouncer standing there and he lets us in.
I close the door behind us. Cheryl turns around in full
game face but I pull the cross out of my back jeans pocket, holding her off.
She snarls at me. She didn't think I was *that* stupid, did she?
"I
know what you are, Hon," I say patiently. "That's why I'm here. I've
got five hundred dollars that's yours if you don't kill me. I just want you to
bite me. Preferably somewhere easy to hide the scar. So? Do we have a
deal?"
She
frowns. "I had a feeling you were one of those," she said with a
shrug. "But why wouldn't I just drain you and take your money?"
"Because,"
I reply, "If you let me live, then in a couple days, I'll look for you
again. Play your cards right and you'll have a source of income plus free
blood. So?"
"Sit down, Sweetie," she says with a smile.
"But you'd better get rid of the cross."
I nod, putting it back in my pocket and sitting on the
couch.
Shit.
I'm in the car and she seemed to think it was urgent. She's going home now, or
she should be. She usually does. One vision a day and then she's done. She
rarely has the strength to do much else after a vision anyway.
I
hope I don't get pulled over. I *really* don't need that. I park a block away
from the place because most demons know me *and* my car now. I need to be
sneakier. Apparently something is gonna happen tonight. Here.
As I
walk in and bump and grind against whoever is near the door, the sweet smell of
fresh blood assaults my senses. Damn, I need to fuck. But not just anybody...
never *just* anybo- FOCUS ANGEL! I look around and walk to the bar.
"Vodka." I say. I've grown accustomed to them in the past few months.
Seven months to be exact. Almost to the day. And if I take the time to do the
math, I could come up with the minutes too.
I
take the drink and sit at the bar for a second while taking in my surrou- hmm.
I lick the outer edge of the glass again... I could have sworn... hmm. What are
the chances, right? Nah. Not possible.
They
just don't clean the dishes. But still... I sip the vodka and lick the glass
agai- NO. Focus.
So I
do. I look around the room an- Oh my god. Lind- fucking eyes! Playing tricks on
me. I've just gotta focus on the mission at hand: find some demon or vamp and
kill it. Cordy couldn't tell me what demon it was, only that I had to be here.
Must
admit, haven't been to a place like this in a while. Over a hundred years. Last
one I was in was in Paris. We made a mess of that. Nobody, living or dead, made
it out alive… except us.
Seems
silly that someone would actually *come* here. Must be desperation.
And
as I look around, I can tell humans from vamps (not even taking into account my
vamp senses). Just by the eyes. Human eyes are filled with this desperation.
This need for something... to matter. Most are disenchanted with life, and I
really can't say as I blame them. They have no idea what true suffering is. The
vampires though... the vampires' eyes are filled with a hunger... a want to
devour everyone in this room, human or vamp. Hunger and fear.
Most
figure they won't meet my stake if bodies aren't being found. And for the most
part, they're right. Cause what the hell do *I* care? The humans are doing it
to themselves. And it's not like I know any of them anyway.
"So," Cheryl purrs
as she sits next to me.... "Where do I bite you, Cutie?" She runs her
hands up my chest and I frown. She may bite me, but that's the extent of our...
activities tonight. I get enough out of the bite.
I grab her wrists. "No
touching, that's not in the deal." I push her away and unbutton the cuff
of my right shirtsleeve. I roll it up and by the scars on the inside of my
elbow, it's clear I'm not new to this. "All right. Remember the
money."
I sit back and close my eyes. I hiss when the fangs enter
my arm, but the momentary pain is nothing compared to the.... oh, fuck, yeah.
That's why I do this. It's better than sex. And when I have my eyes closed I
can almost pretend it's not Cheryl who's biting me.
And during these times, I
don't really care if I get drained altogether. Because would that *really* be
such a bad way to go?
Okay,
Angel. Think.
Of gorgeous
eyes... broad back... NO! What *is* it with me today?
I
growl as I stand up. Not like it's just today.
I
notice a couple humans coming out from the 'private area', looking scared. I
walk over to them. "Hey," I say.
"Leave
us the hell alone!" One of them says forcefully.
"What
the hell happened?" I notice one of them is bleeding from her neck.
"Something you didn't bargain for?"
"You
have no idea." She says as she rushes out. Newcomers, I'm sure. But just
in case, I should check it out.
Yeah,
this is good. Fuck, *so* good. It's also why I never called Angel when I got to
L.A. He wouldn't get it. Not even if I explained it. I don't think I could
explain, anyway, that it's not these random vamps that I want to bite me.
It's him.
I
walk over to the hallway and the bouncer gets in my way so I slip him a twenty.
"Not without a patron." He says.
"A
patron? Maybe *I'm* the freakin' patron." I growl and then he moves aside.
Human bouncer. Not really the best kind to have in a place like this. But
whatever... still don't see the major danger of this place.
I
walk down the hall and open the first door, a girl screams at me to close it
and I do. No harm there. So I go to the next door. And the next. And the next.
I'm getting bored. And hungry.
I open
the next doo- "UH! HARDER, BABY! DEEPER!" She screams and I close the
door. And now I'm horny.
What a surprise?!
Shit, I've been indulging in those fantasies of another
vampire who's a lot taller and darker and broodier but now I realize I'm
getting dizzy. Lindsey needs some blood for himself. "Enough," I try
to pull her head away, but she growls and clamps down harder. "FUCK! GET
OFF ME, BITCH!"
Jesus!
Dammit. Thanks SO much Cordelia for sending me here! Like *this* is what I
need!
Plus
the whole being fucking haunted by a one night stand that I had nearly seven
months ago. Almost to the day.
Shit. Five more doors. Then I'm going home. I don't care
if someone dies. One person. They came here. They asked for it. One person. I
can live with myself for *one* person. Right? I mean, how important is one
person anyway?
Shit. She's NOT letting go of
my arm. I'm not giving up without a fight. "GET OFF!" I scream,
bucking against her. But she's got both arms pinned and she's stronger than she
looks. Fuck. That's what I get for playing with demons.
I
burst through the door an- "HEY!" I scream as I run in. "I think
he said to get off!" I growl and the bitch stands up.
"Well,
well, the hunter himself. I'm honored." She snarls.
"Don't be. It's not that big of an honor." I
say before throwing the stake at her.
As she crumbles, I look behind her a- "LINDSEY?!"
"Fuck." Considering it's a shock, to put it
mildly, to be saved by *ANGEL*, it's all I can manage in reply. But damn, he's
a welcome sight.
I'm *so* fucking surprised... to see him here. That
means... it was really *him* I was tasting, on the glass earlier. Perhaps it
was even him I saw? I shouldn't think about that. I should help. I walk over to
him. "Are you okay?"
"Just great," I reply
slowly. "I mean, other than the nearly getting drained thing... but it's
one of the risks, you know." I shrug. I can't believe I was dumb enough to
forget the cross in my pocket. Surely I could've... doesn't matter. It's over
now.
"Well, as long you're okay," I help him sit up
a little more and then whack him upside the head. "Then what the fuck are
you doing here?"
"Ow!" I frown over at him. "Shit, Angel. I
was about to say thanks but I'm thinking not so much now. And isn't it *obvious*
what I was doing?" I ask.
"Honestly, of all the people in this world, I
thought *you'd* be one of the smarter ones." I sit on the couch and look
at him. "Do you *wanna* get yourself killed? Cause there are *way* more
effective and sane methods."
"I don't have a
death-wish," I reply with a sigh. "And I didn't think I'd have to
explain the attraction of something like this to a vampire."
"I don't go around paying vampires to bite me."
I say. "I wanna be bit, I bite my wrist."
"Isn't that nice for you," I shrug. "I have
to go elsewhere, for the obvious reasons." I try to stand but think better
of it and sit down quickly. Still dizzy. I need food, I think. She took more
than I usually let them take.
"And I don't pay them to
bite me, I pay them not to kill me. I have always known the risk that they'll
do it anyway and take my money afterward. She's the first one who's not thought
in the long-term, though. I guess it would've happened eventually. I... I'm
glad you were here though. Thanks." I look up at him and then look away.
He doesn't get it. How can he *not* get it? And why do I give a fuck if he
doesn't? He's not in my life. It's better that way, too.
What
the hell is he fucking thinking? Or is he even thinking at all? Why don't
humans get it? VAMPIRES EQUAL DANGER! Am I the *only* person who knows this?
"Well,
it's stupid." I say offhandedly. "No matter *why*." I look over
at him as he tries again to stand. I take his arm and turn him towards me.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
I
know I shouldn't care. I know that. It was just one night. *One* night. Seven
months ago, almost to the day. Damn it. I am *so* screwed. "Well, are
you?" I ask again.
Am I? No, I'm so fucking screwed up it's not even funny,
Angel. You are looking at someone who NEEDS help in a major way. Do you still
help the hopeless? I'm pretty fucking hopeless...
I look into those way too beautiful brown eyes and almost
say these things. But I don't. Instead I say, "Fine," pulling my arm
out of his grasp. "And it's not stupid. It's..."
"It's
what?"
What? What is it, Lindsey?
You've sure as hell explained it to yourself hundreds of times. I look away
again. "It's what I need." I say softly. I stand up again but shit.
Room spinning. Damn that bitch.
He falls
back down and I put my hand out to catch him and support his back. Just being
this close... again... I remember everything about that night. Even through the
alcohol... my body told me the story, my muscles, the scent of his come all
over me for days afterwards cause I refused to take a shower until Cordy made
me... she never knew why.
I
wonder if he remembers as well as I do?
"What you need? Why?" I ask quietly before
helping him stand up. "Forget it. You gotta get out of here and get
something to eat. There's a diner I saw, not far. We'll go."
I
should just leave and take care of myself. But the feeling of his arm around my
waist as we stand... It makes me think of the last time I saw him. That's why I
really should tell him I'm fine and leave.
But
I don't.
I nod and walk with him out of the room and down the
hall. I don't even try to move his arm from around my waist. I like it there.
THE
SIDEWALK
Good.
I'm glad he's not fighting, although I'm surprised at that. As we leave, I
continue to support him with my arm and he seems to lean into me... I mean
*it*. My arm. He leans into my arm.
I
look him over and he looks a little thin. I also notice many scars on his arms,
not all old. He's a vampire junkie, in the worst way. I wonder if *this* is why
Cordy got the vision. The rest of the club looks pretty quiet, normal, if a
vamp club is normal.
"My car's a block away, can you make it?" I ask
him as I unconsciously run my fingers over the scars. I wonder if he's still got
*my* scar. I wonder if he wakes up hard from dreams about my scar like I do.
I
shiver when he touches the scars. The scars I try really hard to ignore. To
hide. Not one of them is the one that matters.
His
eyes follow my hand before I realized it went to that scar. The one on my neck.
I pull it away quickly and look down, fixing the sleeve again.
"Yeah, I can make it," I say, not meeting his
eyes. I don't want the pity I see there. "Lead the way." Hopefully I
can walk on my own now. I think I can. It's a nice night. The cool air is
already starting to revive me a little.
Oh
god he remembers! He fucking remembers! I try not to act all giddy or jump up
and down, or do the demon thing and growl and get all possessive, cause that's
not what he needs right now. Neither is another scar. But that knowledge
doesn't help the fact that I wanna give him another one.
Okay,
just change the subject, Angel. Don't think about his hot body underneath you. Don't
think about that mouth sucking you off. Don't think about those gorgeous hands
on your... everywhere. No. Change the subject.
"So, um... what you... doing? In town, I mean?"
I ask as I see my car up ahead and point him towards it.
"Huh?" I have to stop, because walking without
falling on either my face or my ass was taking up all my concentration.
"I..." Fuck me, stopping was bad. Hello, ground.
"I.."
Oh shit. Thank the Powers for vampire strength and speed. I catch him right
before he hits the ground. I mean *right* before, as in *I* fall on the ground
and he lands on top of me.
"SHIT!" I scream in laughter. "I think I
have more coordination when I'm *drunk*!" I say before realizing that he's
sitting right on my painfully hard erection. I can help but wrap my arm around
his waist to hold him there a minute, just to have the feeling.
Oh.
Good catch, Angel. I laugh along with him until I realize *he's* hard. That can't be because of me, though. I look
down into his eyes and decide to revise that thought.
*I*
was *already* hard when he wandered in and saved me, because I was fantasizing
about him biting me. I doubt he knows that. He probably thinks I just get off
on the biting. And I do... but it's because of what I wish while I'm being
bitten.
All very complicated and not something to be said on an
empty stomach. I slide off him to the ground. "Where's your car
again?" I ask, my breathing coming a little faster now.
I know it's bad. But I can't help but run my thumb up his
arm and over his collarbone until I rub the scar there. From *my* fangs.
Oh.... fuck. My cock twitches in response and I feel
dizzier, but it's not from the blood loss. "Angel," I say, more a
gasp.
I can't help it. He turns a little towards me and I move
in closer until I can feel his breath on my lips and I know his mouth is not
even a centimeter from mine.
If I moved just a little, we'd be kissing. But I remember
Angel's thing is control. So I just wait, even though my hands find his biceps.
Just so I don't end up falling over again.
Oh
god... I look down at his lips, just waiting to be kissed. And I want to. I
shouldn't. This isn't what he needs right now. I'm not sure *what* he needs,
but he *doesn't* need an obsessed possessive vampire on his hands or his lips.
But I don't care. I've always defied reason. I lean in
and just tentatively touch his lips with mine, waiting for a response.
I think that whimper came from me, but I'll deny it
later.
I
wrap *both* arms around his waist and pull him back into my lap as I slip my
tongue inside his mouth and whimper at the familiarity of it. Fuck... if I
never kissed another person for the rest of eternity, *his* mouth would be
enough.
I
want so desperately to rip his clothes off an- "GOD! GET A ROOM
HOMOS!" A passerby says and I just growl. They squeak and run away, but
they have a point.
I pull away reluctantly and look into his eyes.
"I've been waiting to do that for months now." Almost seven to the
day. But I'm happy I didn't say that last part out loud.
God I
want so badly to believe that. I almost can, except how could he possibly mean
it? I'm the stupid vampire addict, remember? Shit, what happened to me? I used
to be a lot surer of myself around him.
I
suppose that was *before* we fucked, but still.
"Angel, not to state the obvious, but I really need
food. Blood sugar is a little low," I say, looking at the buttons of his
shirt. "After that..." I leave that open, he can assume anything he
wants to. We'll fuck, or he'll just make sure I find my car and I'll go home.
Or ...whatever.
After that? I lean forward and lick his lips before
kissing him softly. "After that, I'm sitting with you while you go through
vamp detox." I say with a laugh. Then, I jump up and lift him with me in
one quick, vampire-like, predatorial motion. Years of practice.
I
sigh as he kisses me. I've dreamt of his kisses for months... among other
things. Then we're standing again, his hands on my arms, holding me steady. And
he ... did he say what I think he said? He actually wants to help me?
"Yes."
I
swallow hard and look up at him. I didn't think I was that transparent. I can
still see it in his eyes, he doesn't understand. But he does want to help.
I nod and look away. "Ok, where's that car?"
"Ten feet." I look around and get my bearings.
"That way." I point towards the car.
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